#fuck netflix for putting in ads

[camifornilla]

Convenient that I live in the same city as Riot and Netflix

I just need to say a few words to some execs. Just a handful.

No big deal nothin to worry about

[peppermintpegis]

netflix one piece live action feels a little like fanfic in that it makes sure it hits all the important notes but doesnt do all the work to make them hit which works in fic where the reader is supposed to bring all the emotional story investment from the original but doesnt work in a multi million adaptation that is supposed to be able to stand on its own or even serve as an intro to the series. it even does this in service to have more koby and helmeppo gay moments in this essay i w

[cockquette]

i forgot the simple joys of lying i should just start spouting bullshit until my other half bega me to stop

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

And this is why I refuse to pay for streaming. 👍

It pisses me the fuck off how streaming services are trying to put in adds, when the WHOLE POINT of streaming services are TO WATCH THINGS WITHOUT ADDS.

They’re just tuning it into slightly more convenient cable at this point.

[kookiecrumb]

Too Big.

cw: adult content (18+), smut

pairing: Jungkook x Y/N

wc: <1000

tags: light smacking, it hurts for like a second, graphic language, looooove (bf!jungkook), one shot, short fic, unbetaed, written in about an hour, bigdick!jungkook, idol au

summary: you fly out to meet your boyfriend after being long distance for a while and to do something special for the first time.

a/n: here!

~

You had to put it out of your mind that it was going to happen tonight.

After what felt like a lifetime of waiting, Jungkook was finally going to be right in front of you, completely naked, looking at you in a way that you’ve never experienced before.

Before all that, though, you needed to get picked up from the airport, arrive at his place, shower, and have something to eat.

The flight was excruciating to say the least. Your knees poked into your chest, practically, as you tried not to think too hard about how you were forced into invading your fellow passenger’s personal space by the stupid cabin engineer’s greedy design.

Whatever. It will be over soon and you’ll be up and out of this flying metal tube in the sky in a little over an hour.

You tried not to wince as you reached down for your bag to pluck a bag of seaweed snacks from one of the side pockets. They only charge so much for food at the airport because they know you don’t have any other option.

What are you gonna do? Pick up your car from the overnight parking garage two miles from the airport, drive all the way to the closest McDonald’s, repark your car, walk back to the airport and go through TSA again, all in time for your flight?

Ridiculous.

You’ve never been able to properly sleep on airplanes, so for the rest of the way to Incheon, you delicately balanced your tablet on the sad excuse of a cabin tray and watched your downloaded episodes on Netflix.

Sarah Jessica Parker was so hot back in the day. Retrospectively, though, Kristen Davis was criminally underrated in the earlier seasons. You crossed your arms and waited for the plane to hit the ground running.

—

You had this idea that you were hard to make cum. You weren’t able to do it when taking a dildo, so you figured it would be difficult for you to cum on Jungkook’s dick. No big deal. That wasn’t really the point, anyways.

Not only did you cum on Jungkook’s dick, you were able to several times while he was still inside you, pumping and smacking his hips against you in missionary position as your legs pinned his thighs, bucking upwards to take in as much of him as you physically could.

He’d hold you in his arms and look down at you with his long hair. He would look kind of cute at this angle if he didn’t have such a determined and almost fierce look on his face while he pushed on your thighs to get you to give a little bit.

He fucked you shallow. He methodically placed your hands beside your head to make sure they were out of the way of his arms, pressing into the mattress to offset his harder thrusts.

!!

That’s when you felt a sharp pain deep in your gut. “Ow!” You chirped.

“Ow?!” Jungkook echoed, alarmed. “What? Did I hurt you?!” He pulled away, breathing heavily. Jungkook was kneeling on the bed, a look of concern washing his face as he postured his cock with his right hand.

“I’m not sure…” you frowned. “What happened?”

“I was just getting all the way in. Was that not comfortable at all?”

You glanced down at Jungkook’s cock. Fully hard, he was almost 8 inches long. On top of that, he had exceptional girth. He was just a little bit bigger than the dildo you had at home.

In fact, it was that very dildo that he gifted you to practice with one day that felt so small compared to him in actuality.

After a while of no response, Jungkook added: “It felt really good. I couldn’t really get all the way in until just a second ago and that’s when you said ‘ow’.”

“I think you might be just a little bit… too big,” you hesitated, surprised at the reality of things.

“I’ve heard it before. I’m sorry for hurting you.” Jungkook said, a tinge of disappointment in his voice.

“It’s okay. I still think you’re really hot. Do you think you could help me take your size?” You ask.

“Yeah. Of course. We can do it together. Here. Let me try from the side or back,” he prompts, shifting around so that he is almost spooning you.

He moves your leg over his side and uses his thumb and index to very lightly graze your labia to find your vagina.

He’s found it.

His fat tip splits you as he dives into your sweet and tight intimacy. He scoops your arms up so that your back lay flush against his chest and nips your ear between his teeth. “Is that better?” He puffs, an intoxicated smile spreading on his tender lips.

“Yeah~” you sigh, throwing away every unrelated thought out the window as you took in every drop of sweet fucking that he was giving you.

“Good~” he groans. His hands settle down on your hips as he bottoms out on you, tangibly snug against your cervix. He thrusts experimentally, rolling in.

Again, he rolls in and firmly pressed the tip of his cock against your cervix, his large hands cupping your hips.

“Fuck— Babe,” you whine. “More—“ was all you can manage.

“More?” He teases, pulling out just to smack back into you. His arms catch you in a close embrace as he screws your tight pussy. He fucks you with his leg over your thigh, curving his long, thick cock into you in a strict rhythm.

Not missing a beat, he spreads you on the bed and digs his knees into the mattress. He is now over you, his cock shifting inside of you. “That good?” He asks briefly.

“Mhm,” you insist, your head turned against a large and fluffy pillow.

Holy fuck was this an amazing view. Jungkook balanced on one hand to quickly jiggle your ass and smack it lightly, moaning at the sight. He wanted to bury his face in your cunt and suffocate in your thighs. The idea of being able to fuck you like this with his fat cock made him want to—

“Fuck! Y/N, you’re so hot,” he mumbled as he picked up the pace, his balls slapping against you.

Your mind was in a daze. There was nothing you could focus on expect the deep, pleasurable, satisfying sensation of your boyfriend filling you. His skin felt like soft warm sand on a beach, his languid thrusts milking every bit of delectation from your body.

You swell and contract around him, constricting his cock inside of you, which earns you a drawn out groan from Jungkook. He huffs.

Without much warning, your orgasm rolls over you. Jungkook staggers and rips out a soft, exhausted groan as he cums inside of you.

—

He kisses your cheeks and lips, turning you towards him. His forehead rests on yours. “I love you. I love you very much,” he says. “I will never ever hurt you. If it hurts again, you need to tell me.”

~

fic tag: @silversparkles11 , @lvoekook @sammy-steve-btsarmyakasammy, @kooliv @koobsessed @angelwonie , @hoseokgrecns , @bangsterz @swyseren, @sxtaep , @koostarcandy @hgema , @jjkeverlast, @nglmrk @devilsbooksworld @saweetspoiled , @exactlyfuriouscoffee and @unicornbabylover

[scourgeofmyownbrain]

Good fucking day, Robot enjoyers! Gaze upon the updated semi-accurate height comparison of Bumblebee across the multiverse.

This is an updated version of a chart I made a few months ago. I had gotten some feedback and then TFOne came out and I kinda had to update it. I also added a Gen 1 Optimus Prime for scale, for fun... no other reason... (edit: slight adjustment made, just corrected a slight mistake in the order)

I am also working on at least two more character charts and one universe chart, so hopefully I can finish those soon (for some fucking genius reason I decided to do the characters that show up EVERY FUCKING UNIVERSE so I'm s u f f e r i n g)

*PST! Optimus, Megatron, Shockwave, Soundwave, Ratchet, and Ironhide ones are done now*

Master Post

Listed Heights, Explanations, and Justifications below the cut, bc you couldn't shut me up if you tried and I had shit to say.

Gen 1 - ~10 feet (TFwiki says greater than 3 meters so I rounded up to the first whole number because round)

Netflix Cybertron Trilogy - ~10 feet (He looks identical to Gen 1 so... the reason his photo looks weird is because I couldn't find a good full body photo with him standing straight up facing the camera so I put two images together to make the worst looking photoshop job you have ever seen)

Earth Spark - ~10 feet (There is no confirmed height yet, but using this screen shot (see below) of him standing in front of a barn door, I was able to make a reasonable guess, bc I'm so smart.)

One V1 - ~13 feet (I am well aware of what the TFWiki says: 26.429 feet. And I fully reject that number. A: These numbers are sourced from the Walmart Promotional AR Experience that came out before the movie. B: There are three decimal points, and that number does not convert into a whole number in meters (which is originally what I thought was weird about it). C: The director has said that this movie is both canon to the LA movies and its own separate canon, and Bumblebee in both sets of LA movies does not exceed 20 feet tall. Ever. So, for sanity's sake, I have used the KCV numbers as my baseline. Bee grows when he gets his t-cog so shrink this one down a few feet. Look, I'm working on the Optimus chart rn, and one of the numbers from Beast Wars on the wiki was very observably wrong, and if I can dispute numbers older than me, I can dispute numbers 2 decades younger than me from fucking Walmart. Also, yes, his picture is 3 images sandwiched together)

Animated - 13 feet 3 Inches (There is no actual given heights, but in the comments of the previous version, @phoenix-inanis told me that they had done their own analysis of TFA heights and, gonna be real with you, I am blown away by all of their work and how detailed it is. Go marvel at how much work they put in -> https://phoenix-inanis.notion.site/TFA-Height-Chart-f6ad2960ca8c4c5b859ee4958723aaa4?pvs=4 )

One V2 - ~15 Feet (Please see reasoning above. Since this is as tall as we see Bee get, he's the same height as KCV Bee. Sweet fuck, I have put way too much effort into this shit)

Knight/Capel-Verse - 15 feet (No actual numbers, but Mirage is stated to be 15 feet tall (TFWiki), and he and Bee are like the same height, so... Capel directed the ROTB movie if you're wondering why his name is there)

Bayverse V1 - 16 feet (TFWiki. This is like the first 3 movies minimum, I don't remember when he hits his growth spurt. Also mr bay is king, we have numbers for nearly every character in BV)

Cyberverse - 18 feet (I'm gonna be honest, the only info we have is from a really shitty screen shot of a magazine. SO if any one has a copy of this book from the video below, a high quality scan would be greatly appreciated and I will kiss the ground you walk upon. Yes I found the video where the screen shot comes from leave me alone)

Bayverse V2 - 18 feet (TFWiki. Movie 4-5 I can't remember which one, I'm not re-looking this up. I fucking love the bayverse tho, this is the only universe with concrete and consistent this-character-is-this-height info)

Aligned Cont. WF/FOC - 20 feet (TFWiki/Fandom. Video game info screens you godsend, kiss me sweetly)

Aligned Cont. TFP/RID15 - 21 feet (These two designs are canonically identical, like in ALC canon, Bee has not changed visually at all...Ok, yes I got this number from fandom and they give literally no source for where they got these numbers. But, I can fully believe these are accurate. Just by looking at these characters on the show I can verify these numbers in my mind. Here, let's Compare.

This is Sam compared to Bee from one of the BV movies, I'm too lazy to check which one. Sam is average size for a human and we know Bee is 16 feet tall in the first three movies. Checks out. Let's now look at a TFP Character who is also 16 feet tall.

Jack is average size for a human, and the size difference is about the same. Can you see why I can't question the Aligned heights, even if they don't have a source??!?! They specifically made this universe to be full of freakishly tall robots for some fucking reason.)

Not Pictured: Aligned Cont. Rescue Bots and Rescue Bots Academy Bumblebee - 21 Feet tall. Look, did you want to see all 5 versions of ALC Bee? No, you don't. They're all the same height anyway; the back row would have just been a wall of redundant yellow. 5 different fucking art styles in one universe, why is that one my favourite.

Here's the front row and the back row separated into their own jpgs. I know it's kind of hard to tell which Bumblebee is which when they're all together.

[thefirsthogokage]

Fuck AMPTP and the bullshit going on. I'm tired, might not do this well:

(link to article in above picture) From The Article

Receiving positive feedback from Wall Street since the WGA went on strike May 2, Warner Bros Discovery, Apple, Netflix, Amazon, Disney, Paramount and others have become determined to “break the WGA,” as one studio exec blatantly put it.

To do so, the studios and the AMPTP believe that by October most writers will be running out of money after five months on the picket lines and no work.

“The endgame is to allow things to drag on until union members start losing their apartments and losing their houses,” a studio executive told Deadline. Acknowledging the cold-as-ice approach, several other sources reiterated the statement. One insider called it “a cruel but necessary evil.”

The studios and streamers’ next think financially strapped writers would go to WGA leadership and demand they restart talks before what could be a very cold Christmas. In that context, the studios and streamers feel they would be in a position to dictate most of the terms of any possible deal.

[Image IDs: Twitter thread by David Slack posted July 12th, 2023 that reads in totality:

And right on cue, here’s the inevitable Deadline article claiming that the AMPTP and their CEO bosses are ready to wait us out and let us “go broke.”

They’re not. They can’t. This studio propaganda, and here’s why.

In the increasingly mega-merged and hedgefundified Hollywood, these companies live or die on their quarterly earnings reports. It only takes one bad quarter for their stock price to plunge, putting the company and the CEO’s job in jeopardy.

But their stock prices are holding steady, right? Right. For now. Because our industry is a pipeline that starts with writers. The TV and movies they’re releasing now are shows we started making for them 4-12 quarters ago. But what happens when that pipeline runs dry?

What happens is they run out of product. No new shows in streaming to drive and sustain subscribers. No new shows in broadcast and ad-supported to bring in ad revenue.

No shows, no money.

No money, bad earnings report.

Bad earnings report, bye-bye stock price. Bye-bye CEO.

After 70+ days with no writers to create their product for them, the pipeline is running dry.

Their stock price isn’t tanking yet. But if they don’t make a deal with us, it will.

And they know it.

If they make a deal soon, they might be able to weather it. Stretch out releases. Rush some new stuff through.

But the longer they keep us out, the longer that pipeline runs dry, the more unavoidable a catastrophic dip in new high-quality shows becomes.

And they know it.

So yeah, the studios are planting articles in the trades that make it sound like they’re so determined not to pay us the 0.02% of company revenues we’re asking for that they’re willing to hold out forever.

Bullshit.

I’m sure the AMPTP bosses would love to break our union. But they love their jobs more. They love money more. They can’t make that money without us.

And they know it.

Ignore the trades, walk the line, stand together, and win. #WGAStrong

/End ID]

Bonus: John Rogers' Reaction

[Image ID: A tweet from John Rogers that he posted July 12th, 2023 that reads:

I was trying to be cool and professional about this strike, but this AMPTP “we want to drive them to homelessness” shit means I’m going to be dug in at WB Gate 4 like Hiroo Onada. They’re gonna have to send @ellenstutzman with a bullhorn to order me out of the bushes.

The second image is Ellen Stutzman's Twitter bio that says:

Cheif Negotiator for WGA MBA, Assistant Executive Director, Writers Guild of America, West; Cornell ILR and UCLA Anderson alum. Views are my own.

/End ID]

EDIT: Please see the update on this HERE

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Kiss the Queen🃏 | Kaz Brekker blurb

Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Kaz Brekker x crow!reader (romantic)

content warnings: profanity, sexual tension, fluff, banter, typical SOC themes, mentions of Kaz's aversion to touch | female!reader (she/her)| no use of Y/n | wc: 1.5k

Premise: After a long week Kaz Brekker still has paperwork to deal with before he can rest, but leave it to his wife, his Queen of the barrel, to remind him no king can rule a kingdom when he's exhausted his limit

note: I rewatched Shadow & Bone this weakened and gosh I just love (and miss) the Crows. Fuck Netflix for cancelling this show on a cliffhanger and scrapping the SOC spin off.

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“You look tense, my love,” her teasing voice penetrated the once silent room where Kaz was nose deep in paperwork and doing everything he can to not throw it in the fire just to not deal with it. A bottle of whiskey opened with a half drunk glass, a window open to let in the night breeze. Flames from the fire illuminating the space to fill in the gaps the dimmed lights were unable to reach.

It was past midnight. The club was at full capacity with patrons gambling their life savings and drinking until the sun rose. Kaz was exhausted, and her interruption did nothing to ease that.

“I’m always tense,” came his grumble, elbows perched on the desk to lean his head on his gloved hands. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear the shuffling of cards she held along with the echoed tap of her boots against the wooded floors. Approaching the desk to seat herself in the chair directly in front. 

“Those can wait till the morning you know.”

“And give the lawyers the satisfaction of charging me another day for not completing them on time?” He rebuts, lifting his head to glare at her amused expression, grabbing his glass to chug the rest of its contents. “I think not.” 

After pouring whiskey into the now empty glass, he reaches for another in his desk drawer reserved for her, filling it to the desired amount he knows she likes and slides it over. 

“Shouldn’t you be at your table?” He gestured to the deck in her hand. Flicking each card back and forth with precise accuracy. 

“Decided to take a break. You know what those are right?”

Kaz glared at her jest, “I don’t pay you to waste my labor hours by bothering me when I’ve got important work to do.” 

“You don’t pay me at all,” She smirked, tapping his glass with hers before bringing it to her lips. The alcohol burned her throat, but she welcomed it with a hum. “Not anymore that is,” Her eyes sparkled, and Kaz knew what was coming next. “Since you put my name on the deed.” 

His attention drew to the jewelry on her left ring finger. The black diamond encrusted with white ones and forged with a white gold band grinned at him. Sparkling under the flaming light, causing Kaz to match her smirk when she added, “or was it when you first realized you were going to marry me.”

“Rather presumptuous of you to assume, darling.” 

“Is it presumptuous of me when it’s true?” she challenged, setting her glass down slowly as she watched his eyes follow every movement. Lingering on the jewelry. When he didn’t answer her smirk widened to a full grin, resuming her shuffling of the cards as she leaned back in her chair to cross her legs. Again, he observed each motion. Particularly drawn to her legs which were exposed by the pinstripe skirt she wore along with his favorite pair of sheer stockings. 

“Kaz, you’re exhausted,” she turned serious, eyes filled with worry he’d tease her for but knew better than to attempt when she obviously was concerned about him. “You reek of it--what good would it be for the lawyers if you mess up the paperwork because you can’t process what you’re reading.”

Kaz groaned under his breath, turning away, “I don’t appreciate your lack of confidence in me.” All he received was a dramatic eye roll.

“Forgive me, dear husband, that your wife wishes for you to be at your best when making crucial decisions about our financial assets rather than risk an error.” Kaz couldn’t stop the smirk from forming at ‘dear husband’. 

Rising from his chair, Kaz grabbed his cane and approached the front of his desk. Putting himself in the middle between the furniture and his wife, who cheekily brushed her foot against the side of his leg. Careful not to touch him, but enough to rustle the fabric and make him blush

Bowing slightly, Kaz lowered his tone as they locked eyes, lips curling up when she visibly shuddered, “I don’t make errors.”

Her bottom lip went between her teeth. “You don’t make errors?” Her tone took a provocative edge causing heat to rise in Kaz’s veins. Filling his chest until it competed with the fire warming the room.  

“Never.” They’re eye contact remained as she slowly maneuvered her leg from its crossed position to lower on Kaz’s side, so he was basically standing in between her legs. Even when her skirt dragged upward, revealing more skin, his gaze never strayed. 

Her shuffling ceased, “You know I’m right.” 

“Never said you weren’t.”

“Will you take a break then?” She implored with a tilt of the head. 

“Will you get back to your table?”

“Only when I’m assured my husband won’t let his stubbornness override his wellbeing.” 

Kaz huffed, but it wasn’t full of irritation. Not with the way he smiled, causing her own to widen. “You really don’t let up, do you?” 

“Isn’t that why you married me?” She leaned forward; chin tilted up which sent a wave of arousal down Kaz’s spine considering it made her head level with his waist. “Because I never let up. Because I always get what I want.”

Kaz married her for a number of reasons and that certainly was one of them. Her beauty may have been captivating, but it was her mind that drew Kaz like a moth to a flame. Her relentlessness, her skills. The way she could render a man unconscious without blinking, and bring warmth to his once cold, cynical heart. 

Kaz never thought he could be capable of giving or receiving love after losing Jordie. That all changed when he met the woman who managed to tear down the double-bricked walls he built and become the beacon his heart pumped for. 

Her hands fiddled with the deck, until she found the card she was looking for. “You know what truly makes the king,” she flashed the king of hearts between her middle and pointer finger, “so powerful?” Kaz stayed quiet, wanting to hear what she had to say. “It’s because he has an even powerful queen,” with a sleight of hand the card went from the king to the queen, “standing beside him. To pick him up when he’s down. To draw him home when he feels lost.”

Standing to her full height, their chests are barely an inch apart, and Kaz’s breath hitches at the intensity of her stare. “The queen doesn’t let her king fall deep into a hole he cannot crawl out of.” Another flick of her wrist, and the queen is joined by the king. “Otherwise, they cannot rule over their kingdom efficiently.” 

Kaz smirked at the cards, “Lovely trick, dear wife. No wonder your tables are the ones bringing in the most coin. Who taught you that?” Her expression matched his, but there was some underlying annoyance at him trying to change the subject. She didn’t let him though.

“Please, Kaz,” she pleaded while placing the cards back in the deck, voice becoming soft that it made his heart skip. “We can afford one more day if it means you are well rested. You may not make any errors, but it was a hard week, and I’d feel better if you took time to recoup before diving headfirst into the next task we ought to deal with.” 

Kaz sighed, but it was him admitting defeat. Though he wasn’t really fighting to begin with. “I’ll give you four hours.” He’d sleep for four hours then get up right before dawn to finish the paperwork. 

“Five,” she stated with a knowing look he couldn’t fight. “Five hours. I’ll close up the club and count today’s earnings.”

Kaz licked his bottom lip, thinking about the offer. “Four and a half.” She simply narrowed her eyes, and he had to hold in a chuckle. She wasn’t letting up.

“Five.”

“Five it is,” he said with a dramatic huff. “You have a deal, Mrs. Brekker.” 

“Wonderful.” The woman waved her hand, and the queen of hearts reappeared, Kaz letting his chuckle escape as the theatric amused him. “Kiss the queen then, Mr. Brekker.” The card was placed on her mouth. Lips touching the side depicting a crow while the queen faced Kaz. 

Kaz hummed, leaning forward until his lips touched the smooth surface of the card. The thin material as their barrier, noses lightly touching but Kaz had come a long way to feel her touch and not have the waters consuming him. It was still a working progress, but there were moments like this he was grateful for. 

Reeling himself back, Kaz watched her place the queen on top of the deck, giving it a good shuffle before stepping away from him to head for the door. “Five hours, Kaz.”

He raised his glass, gulping the remaining liquid and smirked to her when she faced him with one hand on the doorknob. “Five hours, darling. Now go bring us some more money. Have to keep this kingdom flourishing if we want to maintain it.” 

Pulling open the door, the Queen of the Barrel sent him a wink with that dazzling smile he fell in love with. “Don’t worry, baby, there’s a reason I’m the best.” 

[two-white-butterflies]

i am only a woman, he is only a man

Description: In a world of suits and betrayal, Harvey Specter keeps his personal life personal. What happens when a new associate arrives and she's dancing on the line of personal and business?

Pairing: harvey specter/reader

Warnings: implied sex (i have lost the ability to write smut)

"Read all of this." Harvey dumps another stack of files on your desk before disappearing into the abyss called 'Pearson Hardman'. You have been working in this damn lawfirm for a week now, and not once has Harvey looked in your direction and made small talk.

He only comes here to drop files - to make you finalize agreements- and then tells Donna to collect everything. How is that man supposed to train you when all you have is minimal contact? You slowly adjust your glasses, pulling your sleeves back and preparing for another marathon of typing.

A sigh escapes your mouth. 'One day I'll be in that damn office and I'll treat the associates a whole lot better.'

"Hey," Donna stops by and leans on the slight window of your cubicle. Your eyes trail upwards, and you force a smile. "Hello,"

"Rachel and I are going out for some drinks later. D'ya wanna come?" Donna offers, and having a few drinks doesn't sound so bad. It's a Friday night and according to your contract you are not legally obligated to work on weekends. You just have to remember to put your phone on silent and make up a reason for Harvey when he calls.

You stare at the stack of files on your desk.

But at the same time, Harvey doesn't expect you to leave unless all the paperwork is done - and you don't want to finish this next week, when you are sure that there will be more work to do. "Unless you have a boyfriend and he'd be very mad to see you out." Donna shakes her eyebrows - and you know that it is a ploy to find out about your personal life. She tried to add you on Facebook yesterday.

You chuckle.

"Oh, no boyfriend. I wish." You groaned. Maybe then it'll be easier to get home with a boyfriend driving you around. "Wait, what?" Donna raised an eyebrow, her voice filled with disbelief. "You're so pretty and chic and exactly everything that a trust fund bro is looking for." Donna laughs. Pretty and chic are not the words that you would use to describe yourself - you prefer the term effortless.

Not like there is time to put in some effort because, again, work.

"Well, if Law doesn't work out, it comforts me that I might be a trust-fund baby's type." You joked in return while continuing to type furiously. 'I can't make any mistakes,'

"Men can be so blind, I swear. Have fun with your paperwork, and I'll tell Harvey to clear up your schedule next Friday. We deserve a girl's night out." Donna whispered so that none of the associates would hear. You suppose that the legal secretary has a soft spot for all females in this workplace - as it is male-dominated.

Harvard is male-dominated. Erase that; the world is male-dominated. Girls have to stick with each other, none of that bad blood shit.

"Thank you, Donna." You gave her a genuine smile.

"Okay, bye bye." She waved elegantly while returning to her cubicle parallel to Harvey's office.

Saturday afternoon. Pearson Hardman.

You had no desire to work on a Saturday, but your apartment is lonely, and your date just stood you up. You'd rather be doing something productive than mindlessly watching Netflix with Cheeto dust on your longue wear. It has been your fifth revision of this particular contract - you try to keep it neutral and fair on both sides, lest the other side's lawyers demand a revision or add clauses that would be unfavorable to your client.

But, Harvey!

Harvey wants to keep on adding clauses that fuck the other side in the ass. In your opinion, they are bound to notice. The other side has lawyers, too and from a business standpoint - your client shouldn't be in the position to be making demands. They're bankrupt!

Normally, you'd be ranting to your best friend about Harvey at this point, but his stupid revisions are distracting you away from the failed date. It's not like your ugly or stupid but these men are only looking for the same damn thing. When they find out that you're a lawyer, they run with their tails between their legs. Emasculated.

You sighed, reaching for the sweater inside a cabinet and putting it on (you keep a stack of sweaters in one of your office drawers. It has proven to be useful during overtime). You probably look really stupid right now, way to dressed up for a Saturday work.

You are wearing this beautiful Oscar de la Renta dress that you bought from a charity thrift store down in Beverly Hills. It was red - the color of passion and French lipstick. You had a mirror at home and a perfectly good set of eyes. The dress was beautiful, it clung to your features elegantly - which is part of the reason you wore it.

You are wearing a pair of beautiful stud earrings that were once worn by the Sultana of Sarawak. You are wearing the perfect outfit, for Christ's sake. When's it gonna be your turn? When are you going to finally find a man who's able to match your intellect?

Well, surely if a man like that exists - they wouldn't be with you.

"You are aware that your salary is fixed, right? We don't have overtime pay." Harvey opens his mouth, and your eyebrows merge together. This is the first time that this man is talking to you and not at you. "Yes, I don't have anything better to do." You answered in a tone that was harsher than you wanted it to come out.

Harvey didn't seem to mind.

"Alright," he walked past and entered his office without another word.

The sun shone against the glass windows of Pearson Hardman, and suddenly, the room became piping hot. Another sigh escaped your mouth as you pried your fingers away from the keyboard. You place your glasses down on the table, lifting your sweater away.

You drape on the cabinet beside you.

'Finally done with this stupid contract,'

You grab the printed copies from the machine before walking in the direction of Harvey's office. "Harvey?" You called out to him - unsure of how to knock on glass doors. "Come in," he answered.

His attention turns in your direction.

Holy shit, the only words that echoed in Harvey's mind.

You are beautiful.

The light of the sun enters Harvey's office, and it casts a golden glow on your skin. Your beauty is not like anything he has seen before, raw and real - standing before him. Harvey almost flinches from the burn.

"I'm done with drafting the contract," you informed while placing the files on his desk. This had to be the final draft. "Sit down," he breathes while reaching for the file, flicking it open.

Have you ever had that feeling? When you stare at someone's face, you know deep inside your heart that you can trust them, that you prefer them over all the other people that rotate around your orbit. Harvey is aware that this is the first time he's ever looked at you, because he doesn't care about the associates.

Louis gives them enough of a hard time - they don't last that long. Harvey tries not to get attached. Harvey doesn't bother to know their names, but right now, he's trying to recall yours.

Truthfully, this is the first time he's reading the damn contract. Louis sent a memo to all junior partners, it's contract week which means they give the associates a hard time when it comes to contracts. Harvey tries to abstain from the power-tripping but he doesn't want to have another conversation with Louis about how knowledge is power - he honestly didn't care if you minded.

Oh right, he remembers your name!

You studied Economics at Oxford and then Law at Harvard. You had that issue with that news thing where they accused you of being a communist, and you laughed at them on live television, mentioning something along the lines of how can an economist be a communist?

Hmm, that is why your face looks familiar. He's seen you on the screen before. "It looks like you're done with the contract." Harvey places the stack of files in one of his drawers. The contract was due for another week - he can't believe that you had it finished this fast.

Your glare softens, expecting a fight but receiving none. "Oh," you say at lost with words. "You may leave if you want, or you can finish our argument with Singh v. Cohmer." Harvey leans on his chair.

"I'll stay for a while. Goodbye, Harvey." You stood up.

He wants to say goodbye in return, but he doesn't.

He shakes the thought of you away from his head. Harvey Specter does not have time for falling in love - only casual things.

Casual things.

Harvey says in the back of his mind as he traces imaginary lines on your back. That was the best sex of his entire life.

You gently stir awake. "You can sleep in," Harvey whispers.

The scene unfolding in front of you looks painfully domestic. You turned around to look at his face. The sunlight cast a glow on his face that made him look ethereal, tangible, and almost yours. He reaches for your glasses on his nightstand and places them on your face, and suddenly his own face is much clearer.

Suddenly, he's only a man and you're only a woman.

"I should probably leave," you deny his offer before it becomes real. You've heard stories about the women in his life - he's not the type of man who gets in a committed relationship. Loyalty is a two-way street, and if he has to ask it from you - you won't get it from him.

"Breakfast? I can't let you leave on an empty stomach," Harvey says smoothly, his hands still on your body. "Don't worry about me," you smiled while rising from the sheets and fastening your bra on.

"I'll see you tomorrow," you winked while reaching for your discarded heels on the floor.

"Goodbye," Harvey says, watching as you elegantly lift your dress on.

Monday morning. You know how everyone says that having sex with someone feels like a soul bond? You feel like that now.

You spent the entire Sunday evening convincing yourself that the tryst with Harvey was nothing but a caprice, a sudden emotion felt, and that it was never going to happen again - because truthfully, you aren't very close with Harvey.

He's just another one-night stand. Your first one night stand. But, just one boy from the dozens you'll meet in the future.

There is nothing special about him.

There is nothing special with the best closer of New York City. There is nothing special with the smartest man in this office.

There is nothing special with Harvey Specter.

No, fuck it. He is special.

He's one in a million.

"You look different." Rachel was the first to notice the shift in your demeanor. "You look different!" You snapped in surprise.

She raises an eyebrow.

"Did that date of yours finally become a success?" She inquired with an amused look. "Please, he stood me up." You scoffed while entering the printing room. People always say that other people post-sex have this special glow about them...'Do I have that annoying glow?'

"Then, why do you look so bright?" Rachel struggles to find the right words. "Oh, Harvey finally approved the contracts." You breathed a sigh of relief, and she nodded, though not quite satisfied with the answer. "That's amazing, but I wouldn't do a good job if I were you - instead of raising our salaries, they're just gonna raise our tasks." Rachel winks, and you answer with a slight giggle.

Harvey marches over to your cubicle, oblivious to the stares of the associates. It is seldom that Harvey is seen in the lower officers. "You're coming with me." He commands, as he continues walking. You hurriedly reach for your bags and keys before walking after him.

"Where are we going?" You ask.

He presses a button on the elevator. "We're going to be dealing with a high-profile client today. Jessica says that the stakes aren't that big legally, but our reputation relies on whether or not we deliver our client's wants. I figured that it'd be easy enough for you," he glances.

Harvey Specter doesn't like losing.

"What is the case even about?" Your eyebrows merged together as you both walked inside the elevator.

Harvey glares at the associates who try to enter. The door closes, with them staring at the both of you.

"A client is trying to sue Cathay Pacific. They booked business class tickets with their friends, but due to an overload in passengers, they got upgraded to first class." Harvey explains, and your eyebrows merge together. "But, why would they want to sue for being in first class?" You ask.

"Because their friends, the exiled Greek royals, were left in business."

The elevator opens again as it settles on the ground floor. You are left with a confused expression as he exits.

"Tell me everything you know that we can use against them," Harvey says while opening the door for you. "Well, we have to consider the fact that the court may not see the involuntary upgrade of a passenger to a superior class worthy of suing for damages." Your mind traces back to the millions of cases you read in law school.

He reaches for a stack of files in one of the compartments as the car slowly moves. He hands you those said stacked files.

You skimmed through them, looking for anything that might be worthy enough to raise articles upon. "Well, our clients did say that they didn't want to get upgraded, the flight attendant, Mrs. Trevino, spoke in a loud, discourteous voice. We can sue for nominal, moral, exemplary damages as well as the attorney's fees. Cathay is a big airline; we'd want to set a precedence." You continued talking.

Unware of his stare on your face.

"We can't sue them for upgrading our clients to a superior class, but we can sue them for pushing through even after our clients denied their offer." Harvey answers in a simpler term and you nod. "The upgrading was tainted with bad faith." You added, staring deep into his eyes - god he looks so beautiful you might just die.

He's exactly your type - strong, assertive, smart.

You can almost see yourself wrapped in his embrace once more, sitting on his lap and pressing kisses on his neck. But you are not the woman that he wants - there is no woman that he wants. To a man like Harvey Specter, the entire world is an arm's length away, and you are nothing new.

"I feel like I need to warn you. Our clients are infamous for being a couple who loves each other very much. Henry and Teresa Lee." Harvey gave a quick preface. The last time he remembers spending time with those clients and Teresa proceeding to 'offer' her daughter's hand in marriage because life without love is horrible, and Harvey, to her, seems like a good and proper man.

Of course, he denied that offer. He's not a big fan of marriage.

"Oh, the performance artists!" You remember them from the hours you spent back in the English Museum of Arts. "Yep, and you are in luck because they have a son, and they might betroth you to him." Harvey finds himself joking around in your presence.

"Oh, please, how positively medieval." You rolled your eyes.

"Good morning, Mr. and Mrs. Lee." You greeted with a cordial smile. To your pleasant surprise, there are thousands of pastries on the coffee table, waiting on the veranda. "Good morning," Harvey says, putting on his poker face. It always surprises you to see Harvey locked in the game. He always wins.

"It's such a pleasure to have the both of you here. I am sure that Atty. Jessica has already briefed you about the case that we are building against Cathay." Henry Lee says while taking a sip of his coffee.

"We were scandalized! The Greek Royal family is known for their simple life. I had to beg them for us to sit in business class, they usually fly economy, and then to my surprise this awfully dressed stewardess just goes ahead and tells me that my Henry and I are supposed to sit in business class. What do they expect! We can't just leave the Greek Royals in nasty business class!" Teresa Lee complains, and she looks severely stressed out.

You can see how they felt offended by the sudden upgrade, but that doesn't take the outrageousness out of the situation.

"Cathay made it seem as if we were better than the Greek Royals! Oh, I had to apologize to them and send them Uncle Alfred's balaklava that his chef made from a kitchen in Surrey. It's a good thing that the Greeks were quite nice, but now I feel as if they won't allow our Daisy May to marry their Alexandros." Teresa continues speaking and you nod along.

"Oh, Daisy May is marrying Prince Alexandros?" Harvey raises an eyebrow as if it's an inside joke that he has with himself. "Mr. Specter, you made it very clear that you didn't want to marry our Daisy May." Teresa replies in a teasing manner, no bad blood between them.

"I'm afraid Daisy May deserved someone better," Harvey replies quickly, still keeping up the charming facade. "You were with their daughter?" You turned to look at him, surprised by your sudden question. 'Fuck, I shouldn't have asked that.'

Teresa Lee was the first to giggle. "Oh no, sweet girl. I wanted Harvey to pursue Daisy May. She was going through her awkward twenties, but worry not because Harvey only loves one woman, and that is you." She giggles and suddenly you turn bright red.

"Oh, I'm not with Harvey. I'm an associate for Pearson Hardman." You were quick to correct with practiced poise. Teresa Lee frowns. "Apologies darling, I was sensing a connection between you two." She apologizes and a smile returns to your face.

Grace under pressure.

"Please forgive my wife; she loves to play matchmaker." Henry antagonized, earning a playful slap from his wife. "But I don't think that we need to discuss more of Cathay Pacific. Teresa is already very traumatized, and I trust you, Harvey." He says with absolute certainty that he has already won the case.

"I don't like losing. I'll make it clear to the Greek royals that it was Cathay's fault and not yours." Harvey said all the words that they wanted to hear. "Thank you, Harvey," Teresa says sweetly. "Now, shall we speak of that match in Wimbledon?" Henry says to Harvey.

"It was horrible, Henry. What has become of the sport?"

Once again, Harvey says what the client wants to hear.

WHEREFORE, the instant petition is hereby GRANTED. The Decision of the Court of Appeals of 8 March 2018 in _____ is hereby MODIFIED, and as modified, the awards for moral damages, attorney's fees, and nominal damages are set to $100,000, $1,000,000, and $20,000, respectively.

SO ORDERED.

Harvey leans on the window-like hole of your cubicle. He looks down on your sleeping form, the light of the computer casting a familiar glow on your face. "You aren't supposed to sleep during company hours." Harvey teases - although all the associates are already gone. Fucking pussies, he thinks to himself.

During his time as an associate, he'd take a bath in Pearson Hardman!

You suddenly snap awake, a panicked look on your face, but it goes away once you see that it is only Harvey. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long day." You reached for your coat on the desk. "Congratulations on your first win. I didn't think you had it inside of you," he jokes.

"It is one esoteric case." You gave him an indulgent smile.

He reaches for a check inside of his pockets, handing it to you.

"Your first bonus, courtesy of Mr. and Mrs. Lee." He informs. "Do you want to celebrate your first victory?" He offers with a hopeful stare. He doesn't know where this thing is going to lead to, but when he is around your presence - suddenly, everything is certain.

"As long as the bill is on you, Mr. Specter." You smile.

"It always is," he rolls his eyes.

Harvey settles on the empty seat in front of you. It almost feels like a date - if it weren't for your corporate attire. "Do I have to deal with cases like that daily? Or are the Lees just one peculiar bunch?" You ask, and he chuckles, reaching for the menu.

"I'd say that I prefer those instead of the normal ones we get. The Lees have a personal reason - they had something to lose. The most annoying types of clients are the ones who have everything but would still kill someone for anything." Harvey continues speaking.

A man who speaks of honor should work for the D.A. Corporate lawyers are not exactly known for their honor.

"- but they all pay us the same." You take a sip of the wine.

"Congratulations, by the way. You treated the case with seriousness, and you bonded well with our clients." Harvey compliments. "- What is it that you want to eat, by the way?" He gently deviates from the topic. "Just some grilled salmon. It's been a while since I've had fish." You say and he mentally notes it.

"Thank you for telling Jessica that I helped you with the case," you thanked him profusely. Delighted to finally be on Jessica's radar, even though your presence in Pearson Hardman will be short-lived.

"You did, so you only have yourself to thank." Harvey remains humble. "- hopefully you'll do your next cases on your own." He adds.

You couldn't find it in yourself to tell him the truth.

That you are leaving Pearson Hardman.

You take a deep breath, pushing that thought away from your head. Allowing the night to push you deeper into conversations with Harvey. It started with conversations about work, to your interests, to you explaining the Illiad, and to him explaining the Roman Empire. Slowly, you were learning each other's wants and likes.

It feels like staring at a mirror.

"My professor made us watch Helen of Troy 2003, and I had to audibly gasp when that scene with Agammemnon came on!" Your eyes widen, surprised at his defense of the movie. "It was climactic. It feels like the final straw from Clytemnestra." He defended.

"- but I never did quite get that movie. I feel like they should have leaned more towards Aphrodite's interference, because the entire time my classmates were screaming, Helen you're married!" You giggled and he laughs in return. He slightly tenses up at the mention of infidelity, but he relaxes before you can notice.

"What I couldn't understand was how Meneleus forgave her." Harvey finds the wine, talking. He can't understand how his mother cheated on his father multiple times - he cannot understand how his father doesn't hate his mother with all of his heart. Humans can be such dynamic figures. "We can't look at their lives through our measures. It was a different time," you shrugged.

A silence befalls the both of you.

"You're the second person who knows, but I'm moving to LA." You tell him, unable to keep it in. This is your last dinner together, and you feel like you must tell him before he hears it from Donna.

"That's great," he pretends not to care, but his eyes betray him. Harvey Specter does not make personal connections. He doesn't care about what other people feel. He sure as hell won't miss you. "Are you sure that you want to leave Pearson Hardman?" He inquires, telling himself that he is only asking as your superior and nothing else.

"Yep, the pay is good, and my dad is giving me the apartment that he owns there. He just needs someone to handle our business while he undergoes surgeries. It's temporary, but at the same time, I don't expect to have anything to return to here." You explained.

Half of your heart hoping that he'd fight for this. But there is no 'this'.

"Have fun in LA." Harvey smiles, masking his sadness with a sip of wine.

Donna sighs, staring at Harvey's slumped figure on the couch.

"She's leaving, Donna. There is nothing that I can do about that." He rolls his eyes. Donna was the first person to find out about Harvey's fancy for you, and she encouraged him to pursue those feelings. Now, as if a god is pulling the both of you apart - you are needed in LA, which isn't good for Harvey.

"You can still visit her, just because she's 40 hours away doesn't mean that she's suddenly unattainable. You still love her, right?" Donna raises an eyebrow.

Harvey wasn't the type of person who'd pursue a woman. He almost immediately gets them after the first night, and then they're desperate to have him as their boyfriend. Harvey has a silver tongue, and somehow, you are strong enough to resist his defenses; at least, that is what Harvey believes.

Donna knows better, though.

Every time she catches you staring at Harvey's figure, she sees love flood your features. The type of love that isn't lustful or needy, but the type of love that cooks for breakfast and makes morning tea. Donna knows that her best friend deserves that kind of love.

He doesn't know it though.

"Love is nothing but a concept," Harvey breathes.

"One day you're going to regret letting her go!" Donna warns while walking out of his office.

He's already beginning to regret it now.

DONNA PAULSEN Do you really have to leave? :( I'm sad to see you go. Harvey too.

YOU That's bs Stop making be believe things!

DONNA PAULSEN I remember you telling me that he was your crush 😂

YOU I was drunk On my #2 margarita :))

DONNA PAULSEN Don't tell him I said this but pretty sure he likes you too

YOU fuck u 😭

DONNA PAULSEN Can you please just tell him that you like him? then watch all the magic unfold

YOU As much as I'd want to date him He's not the kind of guy who'd settle At least not at this point of his life I love him dude 😭

DONNA PAULSEN See!!! You love him CONFESS CONFESS CONFESS

YOU But we both know him If I tell him that I like him now, he's gonna get scared We'll stay friends or whatever 😭 his brother lives in LA I already spoke to his brother btw #GOALS

YOU Also his wife said that I get to be godmother of their baby She's pregnant btw if u didn't know!!

DONNA PAULSEN You are so insufferable Creepy You'd rather be his niece/nephew's godmother than his girlfriend 🤣

YOU Well! If I tell him that I like him now I'll probably stop being his niece's godmother (it's a niece) AND OKAY BEFORE I GET ON THE PLANE I will tell you something I have never told anyone before

DONNA PAULSEN Okay okay I'm hooked TELL ME

YOU We had sex like a year ago? I have only been an associate for a week back then

DONNA PAULSEN OMG!!!! OH MY GOD ACTUALLY LIKE ?? WHAT

YOU It's only a casual thing to him Donna I'm alright with where I'm at right now And even if we do get together he'll get scared trust me It's just not the right time

YOU Bye bye tho I have to board the plane now. 🥰 I will miss you so much

DONNA PAULSEN Byeee! I love you

[ashleyisartsy]

Problems (objective and personal) I'm not seeing discussed a lot w this new WatcherTV thing, in no particular order:

-Alienates people internationally who literally CANNOT GET the streaming service!

-Alienates casual fans who don't watch or want to watch all of their shows. Putting down 60 bucks a year to watch just one or two shows is kind of insane, at least for me.

-The volume of content Watcher has produced historically hasn't been enough to justify a separate streamer. I understand there's no way a small team could compete with something like Netflix, obviously, but that's what you're trying to do by putting yourself in the streamer market.

-Will this streamer be secure? What steps are in place to protect your viewers info? ESPECIALLY payment info.

-Will it be easily watchable on multiple devices? I watch YouTube videos on my phone at work 90% of the time, or at home on my TV thru my switch. Is this a browser only deal?

-What are the internet requirements for this? Believe it or not most streaming services won't run on my internet personally. I don't have any for that reason. I can watch YouTube on 360p, or on my 2-bar-reception phone data. Not everywhere has stable reliable internet.

-The suddenness and totality of the move was going to be jarring no matter what, if the idea had been introduced gradually or started as a hybrid model to test audience interest there wouldn't be nearly this amount of pushback.

-I understand the people saying "pay artists!!" Bc I am one, and I get that their quality is expensive and they have a whole company's worth of people to support. I do actually think their work is worth paying for! Everyone's is! But convincing anyone to pay for something they previously got for free is going to be a hard sell. They were still getting paid before, they're now just asking us to pay instead of the advertisers. Idk about you, but that's a way bigger hit to my pocketbook than a multimillion dollar company's bank account.

-I get that YouTube can be a really shitty place to be a creator sometimes, and that being beholden to advertisers is something they don't want to be. It's why they left Buzzfeed! They already have a patreon and merch and it's clearly not been enough for their ambitions. But shooting yourself in the foot because your running shoes are wearing out isn't going to make you a better marathon runner. They had to know that there was going to be a not small portion of their audience unwilling to make this move with them (and again, lots literally aren't able to!)

-If they had a free w/ ads option, or even did a hybrid model with whole shows behind the pay wall, or even just ran a fucking crowd funding campaign to help cover costs of new seasons of shows, any of those things could have worked. They don't even have YouTube memberships turned on, which I've personally seen many many channels do even when they already have a patreon. It really doesn't seem like they've exhausted other options, at least from an outside perspective, which is all we have as viewers!

-I get that this has been in the works for a long time, and that there probably isn't a way for them to back out now. But I hope they can find a way to make this more accessible if they want it to work at all. I truly am not wishing for their downfall, but the whole situation is an awful mess.

Idk, rant over. As a lot of you are I'm feeling very disappointed and upset with this one, and I'm not paying for it either. Hope the boys can salvage this one for their and their crew's sake. Would really hate for this to be the end.

[dumpywrites]

Adrift - Min Yoongi / Suga

Prompt: He only comes to sleep with you and you accept because your heart allows you to.

Prompt request: HERE

Genre/tags: Angst (happy ending), slight mentions of smut, friends to friends with benefits to lovers

Pairing: Yoongi x she/her reader

Word count: 4.6k

a/n: this was very very very lowkey inspired by real life situation, don't ask me lol

The joy of making breakfast, or not. Carefully plating the pancakes you made, drizzling them with maple syrup, adding some blueberries from the fridge. The sight of two delicious pancakes in two separate plates should not irritate you this much. The matching cups of drinks, one with milk in it, one with black coffee. 

Making food at ten in the morning should not be this grim, but here you were, holding yourself together just at the thought of the person who would soon join you at the table. 

The sound of the bathroom faucet turning off and the light button being pressed made you look. 

There he was. The man you were so madly in love with. His dreamy black locks wet, small droplets fell down on the floor and he for sure would get an earful for walking straight to the dining table while still dripping with water from his hair. Or maybe not, you were too busy ogling at his bare upper body, nothing you had never seen, but would always made your jaw drop. With a small towel in his hand and that one sweatpants that he always left on your place on purpose covering his lower body, he slowly made his way towards you.

“Pancakes again?”

“You better not complain.” You rolled your eyes, which earned a smirk from the guy. 

“I love pancakes.” He simply said, sitting down and putting the towel around his neck so the water from his hair would not drip down. “Especially yours.”

“Cause it’s free, just say it.” You rolled your eyes again and sat down across the guy who had a huge smirk on his face. 

The man simply shrugged and proceeded to take a bite of the food. Technically, he did not deny it. 

You both ate in silence. It had been somewhat accustomed to you. Instead of bantering and sharing stories when you hangout, breakfast was a peaceful moment for both of you. Although, little did he know, you mostly spent it with him occupying your mind. 

What started as a joke ended up as a habit for the past three months. This was definitely not what you had in mind when you said yes to his silly claim that he could make anyone release in mere three minutes. You were suppose to just see if you could crush his ego. One night he just showed up looking absolutely hotter than he usually did on your doorstep. One thing led to another, you ended up with his face right in between your thighs. 

It started with just him coming to you, and he would sometimes finger you in between watching Netflix, or eat you out as you laid your head back against your pink Squishmallow. To then you returning the favor under the desk as he work. Before you knew it, you two had started fucking each other’s brains out on the daily.

This was not suppose to happen. Yoongi was supposed to be one of your closest friends. You both came from the same circle and none of them knew yet about the odd thing that had been going on between the two of you. 

It was only natural to hide it. You both agreed that it’d be super awkward if the rest of the guys knew about your so-called experiment. Although it was hard to behave like how you would normally act, you both managed to hide it for the past few months. While you, managed to hide your feelings for him for a month and a half so far. 

Didn’t matter though. You knew Yoongi could never see you as a potential lover. He had told you multiple times how career driven he was and how he could barely take care of himself. Therefore, there was no room for romance in his life, and you respected that.

Today marked as your second week of trying to tell Yoongi to put an end to whatever the hell that was going on between you and him. It was getting unhealthy, especially for you. Either you told him your feelings and end on a sour note, or the option you preferred, just straight up telling him that you were not feeling it anymore. It sounded easier and simpler, you were sure he’d understand. 

You just needed to stop him at your front door before he started grabbing you and shower you with sloppy kisses. 

It was easier said than done when your heart literally was on his side. 

“Jin’s birthday’s next week.” Yoongi suddenly said, breaking your daydream. “Are you coming?”

“I don’t know… don’t really have anything fancy to wear.” You shrugged. 

“Just wear whatever you think looks pretty, it’s just Jin. I’m sure his family won’t mind.” 

“I still don’t get why he suddenly wants to celebrate his birthday at a five-star hotel.” 

“I heard he just got promoted and his pay is now doubled.” The man said after he sipped his coffee. 

“That explains it.” You rolled your eyes. “Well, lucky him? But I still don’t have anything to wear…” You sighed. 

“I like that one dress you wore in your Instagram story…”

“Huh?” Your head jerked up at the sentence. Yoongi’s eyes weren’t focused on yours though. “The backless one?”

“Yeah.” He said with a blank expression. 

“That’s too short! Yoongi, his parents are gonna be there, you know.” You complained. 

“Why did you wear it before then?”

“I was in Bali for a holiday.” You rolled your eyes. “I’ll just show up in a dress shirt or something…”

Yoongi just answered with his mouth turning like an upside-down U and shrugged. 

Fifteen minutes after finishing the food, you both washed the dishes together, before he left for some work calling.

Once again you were alone with your thoughts. In fact, you were left with your thoughts for a few days before a text popped up from him again, as what you had expected. It was already a habit. 

It was exactly two at night and a day before Jin’s birthday celebration. Yoongi had just came back from some afterparty you did not bother to ask. You would be stupid to just open your door and let him in at this point. And yes, you were in fact simply that stupid. 

“Hey.” The guy casually said, placing his shoes on your rack, where he already had a designated spot. 

“Hey you.” You replied monotonously. 

Raising one of his eyebrows at you, he crooked his head to the side. “Something happened?”

“I’m just in a somewhat of a bad mood.” 

“I can fix that.” He smirked. 

You smiled weakly at him, clearly not in the mood to talk about whatever that was clouding your mind. “Let me shower real quick, I just got back from my night jog.” 

A hand grabbed you by your left wrist. 

“I need to shower first…” You complained trying to wiggle out from his grasp. 

He pulled you slightly closer to him, leaving small space in between your standing bodies. “I don’t wanna have sex.”

You looked at him as if you had seen a ghost. “You don’t?!”

“Come on, sit down.” He pulled you even closer, now grabbing you by your forearm. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Noth—“

“Don’t even.” 

You sighed. “It’s fine…” 

“Your eyes are red.” 

You quickly shook your arm from him and wiped your eyes harshly. 

“Hey,” He grabbed both of your shoulders. “It’s okay, we don’t have to talk about it. Let’s just sit down? I’ll be a silent cuddler.” 

If only he knew how his words made you wanna cry even more. 

“Come on…” 

He pulled you into a hug and you accidentally let out a sob. He soothingly rubbed your back before dragging you to the sofa. He helped you sit down and got up to turn on the tv, but quickly lowered down the volume. He knew how much you loved cuddling while watching something. Anything, even. He just did not know you enjoyed it so much mainly because it included him. 

“Yoongi, I stink.” You said through sniffles. 

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I hate you.” You let out a small giggle.

“Again, tell me something I don’t know.” 

Oh, if only it was that easy. You sighed. “It’s okay if I don’t talk about it, right?”

The man nodded. “I won’t die just because you won’t suck the soul out of my dick tonight.” 

“Yoongi!” You slapped his sides. 

He smiled, rubbing your shoulder gently. “Alright, I’ll shut up now.” 

And you overslept. You did not know at what specific time did he leave, but you were awaken by the sound of multiple notifications from your phone. It could only be your friends bombing you with texts about the upcoming surprise for Jin, no one else would be doing that to you on a Saturday morning. 

Yoongi’s grey sweater was barely wrapped around your body. It was funny how he refused to come inside your bedroom without your permission, even though he had been there countless of times. It was almost sweet even, and you smiled just by the thought of him going home without his sweater. 

“I’ll pick you up around 6?” Jimin’s private message said, followed by more notifications from a separate group dedicated to Jin’s surprise plan.

The idea was to surprise Jin in the middle of his party. You would all pretend to show up late and some already agreed to even give some convincing reasons for not coming. Since Hoseok had already contacted the hotel management to lend one of the backstage room, later, you would all suddenly appear right from behind the stage as he was about to give a toast, surprising him with a cake.

Halfway through reading the chat talking about the plan, a call interrupted you. 

“You awake?” You didn’t even get the chance to say hello. 

“You left your sweater.” 

“Your aircon’s pretty cold you know. I don’t want you to get sick.” 

“Yoongi, you can literally just wake me up though.” You chuckled. 

“Right.”

“Right.” You mirrored awkwardly. “By the way, Jimin’s picking me up tonight and I still don’t know what to wear.” You laughed. 

There was a second of silence before he replied. “There’s always that black dress…?” 

“I’ll raid my wardrobe and we’ll see. That’s my last option.” You chuckled. “By the way, why did you call?”

“Just wanna make sure you got up, that’s all.”

“Well, the group chat certainly was loud enough don’t worry.” You said. “I’ll see you?”

“Alright.” The guy said shortly before hanging up the call. 

Despite sounding rather cheerful when you answered the call, last night’s event was still filling up your mind. It was hard to pretend everything was alright when just by hearing his breathing made you feel stuffy. 

Sooner or later you needed to bring a stop to this situation. Clearly it was getting pretty toxic. Maybe loving him from afar was enough for you. Surely you could get over him in a few weeks, or months, maybe more. The point was, you would get over it. You hoped so. 

Jimin later arrived at your place at half past five, expecting to see you already ready with your hair and makeup. But plot twist, here you were, still struggling between your outfit options. Clothes were all over your bedroom bed and floor, not the prettiest sight.

“Bitch, didn’t I tell you we need to be early?!” Your friend looked at you and the whole apartment unit in disbelief. 

“I don’t know what to wear…” You said, slumping over your couch. 

“I’ve never seen you so stressed over an outfit.” Jimin folded his arms. 

“I should’ve bought a new dress if I knew I would look ugly in everything I own today!” You groaned. 

Your best friend just looked at you and studied your expression for a few minutes. 

“What?” You retorted at him. 

“Is this about Yoongi?”

“H-huh?!” You widened your eyes in shock. “What about him?”

“Girl, don’t act like he didn’t pinch your ass when we were hanging at Taehyung’s that one time.” 

You gasped in horror. “You saw?!!!”

“Me and Jungkook, yeah.” The guy shrugged casually.

You covered your face in embarrassment. “Of course you did.” You sighed into your palm. “Does everyone know?”

“I think Joon’s a little suspicious about it but he never brought it up again. Maybe just me and Jungkook for now.”

“Okay…” You exhaled. 

“So what’s going on between you two?”

“Nothing!” You exclaimed, rather loudly. “I’m going to break it off soon, I swear!”

“But why?!” Your friend walked and sat next to you, looking concerned. 

“Jimin, friends aren’t supposed to fuck each other.” You looked at your friend sternly. 

“Oh my god…” Was all the guy said in response. He appeared to be in shock.

“I also wasn’t supposed to fall in love with him like that…” You covered your face again. “I don’t know how to tell him or to break whatever the hell that is between us.”

Jimin looked at you sympathetically. “How long has this been going?”

“Three months or so.”

“I feel like such a bad friend for not confronting you about this sooner.” 

“Hey, I’m the one who did something I shouldn’t have in the first place…” Your voice start to shake again. 

“Don’t cry now…” He hugged you. “Come on, I’ll help you sort this out, I promise. But we can’t do this with you looking not-so hot.”

You wiped your tears harshly. “Okay, help me then.”

“First, missy, we get up.” He helped you up and you broke into a smile. “And we pick a damn dress. Show me your options.”

“You know…” You bit your lips, fidgeting your fingers. “There’s this dress that Yoongi’s been telling me to wear…”

“That’s it! Show me.” Your friend beamed in excitement. 

“But it’s too short…” You said as you walked to grab the dress to show him. “Look, it could barely cover my butt.”

“Do you have stockings?” Jimin eyed the dress up and down.

“Well, yeah?” 

“Then let’s wear that.” He took the dress from your hand. “Go, grab those stockings! Oh, and do you have any red panties?”

“Jimin!” You whined. 

“Hey, if we wanna make him fall head over his heels, we gotta go all out!!!” Your friend laughed. 

And that was how you wound up wearing that infamous dress, with a sheer stockings underneath, and a leather jacket quickly borrowed from your friend who conveniently had one in his car. The platformed Mary Janes that you rarely wore finally got their chance to shine. 

When you and Jimin arrived at the meeting spot, everyone was already there. Everyone including the guy you wished would stop staring at you ever since you entered the function. 

You knew you were right on telling him to grow out his hair. The combination with the suit? You were weak in the knees. Did he really have to sleek his hair back every couple of second? You were slowly losing your sanity. If it were not for the fact that your friends were literally in the room with you, you would probably jump at him the very chance you can. 

“Do you wanna hold the cake?” Taehyung said, looking at your direction. 

“Huh? Why me?” You pointed at yourself. “I don’t wanna hold a huge cake that looks like a dead tuna.” You eyed the hilarious looking cake. 

“Dunno, you look hot tonight.” Taehyung shrugged playfully. 

“Yeah, Yoongi hasn’t stopped staring at you since the first second you arrived.” Namjoon nudged the guy next to him. 

“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, looking away. 

“Oooh.” Jungkook joined in, teasing. 

“He’s not denying it!” Hoseok pointed out. The man had a wide grin on his face. 

“Guys, focus.” Jimin said, stopping the commotion. “We got around ten minutes before Jin will start panic-calling some of us.”

“Not gonna lie, I kinda feel bad imagining him panicking over no sight of any of us.” Namjoon commented. 

“He’ll get over it.” Taehyung replied. 

Jimin snapped his fingers to catch everyone’s attention. “Okay, so the event organizer will signal us when it’s time. We will all wait from behind the stage as he prepare for the toast, just when he’s done with the whole speech, we’ll show up.”

“Do we have to sing Happy Birthday?” Jungkook asked. 

“Of course, dummy. Do you want us to sing Careless Whisper or something?!” Hoseok snapped, which earned an evil snicker from the youngest one. 

“You, missy,” Jimin pointed at you. “You'll stand at front since you’ll be holding the cake.” 

“I’m literally the only one here in platforms, why should I?!” You complained. 

“I’m not gonna repeat Taehyung’s statement and start a whole argument again.” The blond haired guy chuckled. “And we all are gonna be right behind you, in case shit happens.”

“Yeah! Yoongi is ready— Ouch!” Hoseok did not let Jungkook finish his sentence by hitting his back. 

At this point Yoongi’s stares and glares were making you really uneasy. He did not react to their teases which was good, but this was also the first time that they started teasing both of you. There was no way Jimin or Jungkook had told them, cause if they wanted to, they could had told them months prior. Whatever it was, you were at least glad that Yoongi found you attractive enough today to catch his attention. 

After finishing the so-called briefing session, it was finally time to step out and wait from behind the curtains. Oddly, none of you got any text or calls from the birthday guy. The sound of the jazzy instrumentals playing and loud talkings could be heard. Jimin handed you the cake as you walked with all the boys right behind you. The mic started echoing and you heard Jin’s voice through the speaker. 

“Good evening, everyone. Thank you so much for coming. I appreciate each and every one of you for your time.” The birthday boy stated. 

“I know it’s a bit much for a birthday, especially when I’m already entering this big age.” He laughed at the sight of thirty-one candle on his birthday cake. “I just wanna celebrate myself today and actually pat myself in the back for all the hard work I’ve done.”

It could be seen from his shadow that he was getting a little bit anxious, looking left and right. “I couldn’t be here without the support of my family and friends.” He exhaled. “Speaking of friends, I wonder where those rascals—“

In a flash, all of you appeared from behind the curtains, singing Happy Birthday loudly. One of the organizers had given you two mics, which were given to Jungkook and Jimin, since they were the actual ones blessed with singing voice. 

Pure expression of happiness was clearly painted on Jin’s face as he clapped and laughed at the sight of the tuna shaped cake with a single candle on its head. You all watched as he blew the candle quickly and snatched the cake from your hands to put it on the table beside him. Just seconds later, the oldest already scooped everyone into a big group hug. 

The after party came soon after all the old relatives went home. Bar was free flow open and the ballroom had transformed into a dance floor. 

Taehyung and Jungkook were dancing in sync, each with drinks in their hands. You could see Hoseok, Jin, and Jimin were goofing and laughing around as the DJ play an old trot song as per their request. Namjoon, you, and Yoongi were left chilling at the bar, enjoying the sight of your friends having fun. 

“Should we join them?” You said with a smile, eyes still looking at the dance floor. 

“Nah, I need to get up early tomorrow, can’t drink too much.” Namjoon said. 

You looked at Yoongi hesitantly, wanting to ask about his opinion, but before you could do that, you felt a hand over your shoulder. 

“Why aren’t you dancing with us???” Jin said to you, half shouting. 

“My dress isn’t exactly fitting to dance around with you goofballs.” You chuckled. 

“Aww, come on!” Jin pouted. “It’s my birthday!”

There was no saying no to Jin’s request. You were soon dragged to the center of the room, joining the boys. All their smiles and laughs were contagious, as in no time, you found yourself dancing along with them to yet another questionable song that Jin requested. 

You lost the track of time, but the pain in your feet reminded you to take a break. You slowly retracted yourself back to the bar area where Namjoon and Yoongi were. 

The speakers were blasting loudly. Even though it was incredibly loud, no amount of Britney Spears songs could make you unhear your name mentioned alongside the word “just” and “friends”. Yoongi was even saying it with an annoyed expression. It was crystal clear to you what the two of them were talking about and you needed no further explanation. 

Immediately the first thing you did was taking your phone from your handbag and texted Jimin. You told him that you needed to go home early and took the taxi. 

And you did. You managed to get out untracked without your any of your friends noticing. 

You barely sat down for five minutes on your sofa upon arriving. Tears that were pooling when you were in the cab now broke freely. You already knew, but hearing it first hand just made you feel sick. You thought you had prepared yourself better for the inevitable. Oh how you were wrong. 

The chat notifications of Jimin asking you multiple questions and three missed calls from him could be seen from your phone screen. You could not care less at the moment. Everything felt too much and it would drain you dead just to make a single reply. 

KNOCK KNOCK

Freezing in place, hand balled into fists. You knew Yoongi enough to even know his door knocking pattern. You were tempted to just ignore and hoping he would go home, but as a matter of fact, the guy had a spare access key to your place and he only knocked out of habit. 

“I’m coming in.” The voice warned, seemingly right in front of the doorstep. 

The expression that was plastered on Yoongi's face was unreadable. He had ditched his suit and tie somewhere and his eyes were insignificantly droopy from the alcohol. Your eyes locked for a quick second before you looked away, remembering how puffy your eyes probably were and how your makeup looked like a mess because of the cryings. 

“Why are you here?” You managed to say. 

“My sweater.” He said stoically. 

“There,” You pointed with your eyes. “On the table.”

He approached closer after taking off his shoes. You saw him bent down in front of you, but instead of grabbing the sweater, he chose to sit next to you. 

You did not know what to say. He wasn’t exactly saying anything to you either, just simply sitting down, listening to your heavy breaths. 

“You know, I came here to tell you to put an end to us…” Yoongi suddenly broke the silence. 

You did not reply, nor look at him. Only tears flowing out quietly as your head crooked to other direction. 

“But seeing your red eyes and messy makeup, all I wanna do right now is to kiss you like I mean it.” 

“Yoongi, stop.” You said with shaky voice. 

“No.” He delicately took your wrist and pulled you closer. You still refused to look into his eyes. 

“Stop… Please.” You begged. At this point you were sobbing, biting your lips hard so you wouldn’t make too much noice. 

Instead of saying anything, he cupped your face with his palms, kissing you. Your gasp and whining were swallowed by him altogether with your tears. You tried to push him at first, but your body quickly gave in to his touch. 

He broke the kiss to give pecks on your forehead, your eyes, cheeks, ears, the tip of your nose, before going to your neck. He rested his head on your shoulder, hugging you comfortably. You could feel his heart beating in such rapid pace. 

“Both Namjoon and Jimin almost hit me.” He chuckled nervously, head still resting on your shoulders in a hug. “When I told Joon that we’re secretly messing around with each other, that was his initial reaction. Later on, when we found out you left, I’ve never seen Jimin’s eyes filled with so much rage.”

You didn’t say anything, just letting him continue. Quite frankly, you could not decipher anything he had just said to you.

“The thing is, I’m not angry at them for accusing me of doing vile things and hurting you. I’m angry because it’s true. I am dumb and we shouldn’t have played with fire.”

“I should’ve stopped.” He withdrew, looking at you softly.

You bit the inner of your cheeks, fighting the tears from coming out. “I’m at fault too, you didn’t force me into anything.”

“Yeah, but I wished I started differently.” He scoffed. “I wish we started differently…”

You looked at him directly with eyes full of hope. “Yoongi…”

“Can we start over? Can I take you on a date?” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Am I even allowed to?”

“But you told me you didn't want a girlfriend…”

“I said a lot of stupid things and also did not say some things I should've.” He sighed. “I called you this morning to offer you a ride.”

You looked at him with widened eyes. “Why didn't you say so?!”

“I'm a coward.” He slumped down, looking away from you. “And I thought it'd make you uncomfortable.”

You chewed your bottom lip. “Then what about what you said to Joon?”

“You heard?”

“Only parts when you said that we're just friends, with a very annoyed expression.”

“He asked about us and I told him the whole story. He was furious at first as I mentioned, but I explained more afterwards.” He paused for a few seconds, before exhaling deeply. “Of course I'm annoyed with the fact that we're just friends…” He took your hand and laced his fingers with yours. “I'm in love with you.”

A tear escaped your eye, the same time a big shaky smile formed on your lips. You laughed, it just felt right to. After all, this whole circumstance between the two of you was indeed funny. Funny how the two of you kept making love while hurting each other in the process. Funny how you were basically crying over your insecurity towards him when he was feeling the same way all along.

“Me too…” You chuckled. Tears now flowing freely and you did not give a damn. "I'm in love with you too.”

Yoongi smiled. His eyes looked glistened and his cheeks were a tad bit rosy. You thought he looked so pretty at that exact moment. He caressed your cheek with his right hand, before gently pulling you towards him for a soft kiss. He quickly kissed the top of your head and pulled you into a hug.

His fingers ghosted the zipper on your back, resting just a little over your butt. When he teasingly pulled down the zipper halfway, you slapped his chest playfully. He laughed and kissed your forehead. And your lips, your neck, and then every single part of your body.

You'd be okay this time though.

Thank you for reading! 🌤️

[dottieisdotting]

Hold my girl - Nicholas Alexander Chavez

requested?: no

pairing(s): Nicholas Alexander Chavez x AFAB!reader

Genre: smut (MDNI) fluffy

warning(s): unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy). P in v sex, praise, multiple orgasms, Dacryphilia, mentions of pregnancy, L-bombs, aftercare, kinda talking through it

Summary: Nicholas making love to you

word count: 531

A/N: I watched the monsters on netflix and hated the way the boys were perceived but also caught a crush on Nicholas so I thought of this drabble and wrote it down as soon as I could.  REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN!! - xoxo Eva

You were on your back,sweating,crying, chest heaving whilst Nicholas held your legs open and over his forearms. He pounded his cock into you, sounds obscene alongside the white ring formulating at the base of his cock from multiple orgasms he’d dragged from himself and you.

Panting, you come again, back arching as curses leave your perfectly plump lips. The pleasure Nick gave you was undeniable ”There we go sweet girl” He groans feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock like a vice. He loved it, he loved you and all your perfect imperfections

”Please” you sob, feeling overstimulated from the constant abuse of your g-spot. Your thighs shook, your manicured nails digging into the sheets below you. Nicholas loved seeing you like this, spread and all fucked out just for him. He drops your legs, letting them rest on the bed. He leans down connecting your lips together in a slow sensual kiss as his pace slows but his thrusts become more focussed and deeper.

You kiss back, eyes closing, your arms sling around his neck as he pulls away and whispers ”you're doing so well for me, just a little bit more, gonna fill you up nice and round, put my baby in you” you clench around him at the thought of having his children, you had been discussing it the other day 

You nod and kiss his forehead ”yes, i want that please, Nick.” he grins at your agreement and tucks his head into the crook of your neck. His come fills you up once again, freshly repainting your walls white and you loved every second of it

You loved him and everything he did for you. 

”There we go, so good letting me fill you up. You took it so well” His praise was the best you had ever heard, bringing you to your climax twice as fast. Your stomach tightened and you pull Nicholas into another kiss as you come for the final time. 

He rides out your orgasms together, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until his hips stop, staying in you for a while before pulling out. He watches yours and his come leak out onto the bed sheets below and smiles at his work before going to the bathroom to wet a small towel to clean you with 

You lay practically boneless as he cleans your thighs with the towel and kisses. He makes his way up your body to your lips again. He kisses you whilst he picks you up to go to the bathroom, setting you down to pee as he runs the bath, adding bath salts,  and a bath bomb and some bubbles. 

He lights your favourite candles and waits for you to finish before he helps you into the bath before climbing in the opposite side from you. To him, through his eyes you looked ethereal sitting there in the dim light. He takes his hands in yours, fingers running across the engagement ring that sat perfectly on your finger and he brought it up to kiss it 

”i love you, beautiful” he whispers before basking in the silent but comfortable bliss after the night of love-making

[amourtoken]

Yk i made my post a while ago abt cowboy!Hughes boys and I made a lil blurb abt what they'd be like at concerts so let me add a third random ass installment for you that's a little expanded: Hockey boy tattoo shop?

This is gonna be way longer than it needs to be so buckle up lol I have ideas (this part isn't too spicy but if yall enjoy this I can dive in and get gross w it lol + I plan on adding more people to this but I didn't want it to be too long)

Firstly, Quinn is definitely the fuckin exhausted manager.

Sure he's hired a few front of house people to handle all the scheduling and phone calls and such but he always finds himself up front doing their jobs for them when he's not with a client. He wants to make sure everything is done right and to be truthful he's the equivalent of 5 employees rolled into one when it comes to efficiency so it's not like it takes much time for him, but he's always doing something. You rarely if ever see him sitting down unless he's working on designs for clients prior to their appointments.

Whenever he comes in, he's always dressed extra comfy but he tries to at least look somewhat professional (aka matching his black hoodie to the right colored black sweats on a good day) but ultimately comfort comes first cause he knows he's gonna be at the shop all day. He's usually the first to arrive and the last to leave, always taking the last minute walk ins even if you catch him sighing a little too heavily while he's setting his station up after agreeing. Sometimes you can see the edges of his tattoos if he wears a loose fitting sweatshirt but surprisingly he hides the fact he's damn near got a bodysuit of ink under his clothes that conveniently stops before it reaches his neck or hands (he claims again for professional purposes) He tries to be neat and organized but sometimes you find 2 or 3 (or more if it's been a long day) empty energy drink cans scattered around his space.

Quinn's niche is color realism and neo traditional as of late, it's really insane to see how his art comes to life the longer he works and he really does put so much time and effort into every piece it feels like you can't just call it a tattoo when you leave, it's artwork. While he's working he's relatively quiet, occasionally chiming in to ask how you're feeling and to give an estimate on how much time you've got left per session. If you need a break or some water he's more than happy to provide and the environment he creates for his clients is insanely comforting even if there's not much conversation. He'll put on music for you or some random Netflix show that you can change if you ask to keep your brain busy.

Jack's the resident piercer without a doubt. He thought about getting into tattoos but he likes how fast paced piercing is and feels like it gives him more flexibility throughout his day.

Jack's always hanging out up front and has a tendency to chat up the tattoo clients waiting for consults or appointments till he inevitably gets a handful of walk ins for himself (he's also known to hit on the tattoo clients and ends up getting shooed away by the artists lol) People love him. His energy is the highest at the shop, and he makes the whole experience very lively and fun. He's joking around and fucking with his clients until he's actively piercing you but the second he can divert his focus a bit, he's back to being bouncy and fun again. His station always has music playing and he's got a shit ton of little fidget toys and oddities decorating the space (his favorite is his jersey devil that's absolutely covered in piercings he did himself. He hands it to nervous clients lol)

Jack's clients always end up being regulars cause he makes the space so comfortable and he really does try to get to know everyone he comes across. Small talk the entire appointment. It's partially to ease your nerves about the procedure but he really does have intentions to get to know you too, everyone who comes to see him means something to him. Jack's insta for his work is really popular cause he always posts piercings he's proud of with a little blurb about the client and how he appreciates them, it's sweet.

Suprisingly Jack doesn't have a lot of piercings himself, he's taken most of his out cause he was a little overstimulated with too many in. He does however still have his tongue, nostril, and a few on his ears done but he's been thinking about getting some new pieces recently if he has time. (frenum piercing Jack save me)

Luke just finished up his apprenticeship recently and he acts as the main front of house guy typically. He's not forced to, but he wants to take some of the weight off Quinn's shoulders and he likes doing it anyway.

Luke would definitely be lying if he said he wasn't nervous to start taking clients but he's trying his best to up his confidence. He takes most of the shop's walk ins since he's trying to build up his clientele and honestly he's a really diverse artist. He's good at a bit of everything, but he does get extra excited when someone comes in asking for American traditional or some fun little filler pieces. He's still trying to figure out exactly what style he enjoys the most but Traditional gives a bit of confidence because he practiced it day in, day out during his apprenticeship. He could probably tattoo a pinup girl with his eyes closed at this point and it'd be flawless.

Luke's always bringing snacks in for everyone at the shop and if you happen to be waiting on one of the other artists when he comes in he'd definitely share with you. He's a bit quieter than everyone else but similarly to Jack he builds relationships with clients very easily and they truly mean the absolute world to him. If you ask for him specifically when you come in he's getting this wave of warmth in his chest cause you'd really do that? You like him and his work enough to see him again even though he's only just started? Yeah he's whipped for you. His focus while he's working is so endearing and you can't help but admire how seriously he takes his work, he really does get lost in it.

Luke's got patchwork sleeves and some random other tattoos scattered over his body by various artists. During his apprenticeship he also practiced on himself a lot so most of his leg tattoos are his own work, you can really see the progression of his skill if you take the time to admire the images scattered over his body. Its a little sporadic at the moment but he's planning on more work and some filler when he's not too busy.

Most of the flash decorating the walls up front are Luke's artwork honestly. Whenever he has free time he's doodling and it makes for easy flash spreads to tack to the wall.

[wileys-russo]

Alessia Russo

“You can’t leave me like this!”

alessia russo

"you're not seeing less tonight?" your room mate asked in surprise as you appeared in your living room in your pyjamas. "no she has a big game tomorrow, part of our agreement is that she gets a good nights sleep beforehand. otherwise we stay up talking for hours and i get the blame if she plays bad!" you chuckled collapsing onto the sofa.

the two of you bickered about what to get for dinner for awhile until you eventually settled on chinese, your roommate stepping out to call and order as you browsed through your shared netflix to watch list.

"rom com?" you called out, the girl giving you a thumbs up as she continued to order, ending the call and joining you again on the sofa. the two of you agreeing on a movie you patiently awaited your food to arrive, commentating through the film to one another as usual.

but no sooner had you paid and thanked the delivery driver did your phone ring, your girlfriends contact popping up as you shoved a spring roll into your mouth and clicked accept.

"hi baby!" you greeted once you'd swallowed your mouthful, nodding as your roommate dished you up a plate adding in a little bit of everything. "lessi whats wrong?" you asked, her lack of returned greeting causing you some concern.

"can you come over please?" the girl requested as your eyebrows furrowed. "why whats happened?" you stepped out of the room as your roommate gave you a questioning look and you dismissed it with a wave.

"theres an intruder." "what!" "yeah, can you just come over please?" "of course love i'll call the police on my way. are you safe??"

"police? i don't need the police." alessia spoke as you paused, frown deepnding even further. "lessi im a little confused here." you entered your room and shrugged on a puffer over the top of your hoodie.

"a spider babe, theres a huge fucking black spider and i need you to come kill it please." alessia clarified as you sighed in relief that there was no real danger. "just hit it with a shoe less you've got about a hundred pairs." you chuckled, pausing with one arm in and one arm out of your puffers.

"no! please baby its massive like im talking enormous and its in the bedroom so i won't be able to sleep!" alessia whined much to your amusement, the taller girl often boasting how much stronger and faster she was than you and making fun of your notable height difference.

"thought you were just so big and strong and athletic babe? euro winner can't kill a little itty bitty spider?" you cooed mockingly, shoving your other arm in your jacket. "shut up! just get here and help me please." with that the call beeped that she'd ended it.

"just put mine in the fridge, i'll be back in an hour tops." you sighed to your roommate quickly catching her up on the call as she let out a laugh, wrapping up your plate for you as you called out goodbye and grabbed your car keys.

ignoring the three calls from your girlfriend you drove over to her flat which was about twenty minutes from your own, pulling up in the driveway to find her stood on the front steps with her arms wrapped around herself.

"alessia its freezing are you stupid?" you huffed at her lack of clothing as she rolled her eyes. "all my jackets and hoodies are in the bedroom." the blonde frowned as she let the two of you into her place, taking your puffer for you.

"right. where is it then?" you sighed tiredly, stomach rumbling as your girlfriend handed you a shoe and a can of bug spray, pushing you toward her bedroom. "thanks babe." you grumbled flicking her a glare over your shoulder.

carefully pushing open her door you stuck your head in and looked around, stepping properly inside with a frown as you looked around but came up empty handed.

"it's gone." you shrugged returning to where your girlfriend sat waiting on the sofa. "you killed it?" the striker perked up with a grin, balling your hoodie in her fists and tugging you down on top of her. "i love you i love you i love you i love-" she started to kiss all over your face making you blush.

"no baby, it's gone as in i can't see it anywhere." you clarified as she stopped, pushing you to sit up with legs straddling her hips. "what! well go look for it then." the blonde ordered pointing back to her room with a huff.

"no! alessia its probably gone back outside again, i am not turning your entire room upside down to look for a spider. i love you very much but i've got dinner waiting for me and i'm starving." you leaned down to kiss her sweetly before standing up off of her.

"you can't leave me like this!" your girlfriend hurried after you, snatching your keys off the hook and holding them out of your reach. "less!" you groaned, smacking her chest and stretching for them but it was a fruitless task given she easily stood head and shoulders taller.

"you can't leave me alone what if its just waiting for you to leave before it appears again?" alessia challenged with a raised eyebrow. "its a spider alessia i don't think its got a personal vendetta against you." you chuckled, keys still held out of your reach.

"what if it comes back though? i'm not sleeping in there with it in hiding!" alessia decided firmly as you sighed and dropped your arm. "then sleep on the sofa baby, please gimme my keys im hungry!" you groaned, poking her stomach with a hufff.

"good. you can stay here tonight and i'll cook you something now while you go look for that little eight legged intruder." alessia dropped your keys on top of her book shelf well out of your reach. "what? no!" you protested, trying to reach for the keys.

"yes. or you leave the spider to its business and we sleep on the lounge together." you let out a yell as your girlfriend suddenly grabbed you, hauling you over her shoulder and wandering to the kitchen.

"you know this display of athleticism really doesn't do anything to erase the fact you're scared of a tiny weeny spider and forced me to come over and kill it." you smacked her behind before she sat you down on the counter.

"well you didn't even do that, some girlfriend you are." alessia sighed with a shake of her head as she moved to look through her refrigerator to cook you something as you scoffed at her comment.

"where you going? you can't leave love." alessia chuckled with a smug smile as you narrowed your eyes.

"i'm gonna go and catch that spider and then i'm gonna throw it on you while you sleep."

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Count Vega comparisons:

I'd like to thank all those who worked to bring Wolf King to netflix, bc that series has single-handedly smacked my tail feathers out of art block. SO!!!! I am comparing my interpretation of Count Vega from the books and the show's portrayal. Why? Because it's an excuse to draw my absolute beloved book character of all time, thank you.

Main points:

I fucking miss his cape and long hair. Those losses are tragic. The books also mentioned his sword having a basket hilt, and those are fancy as shit, but it tracks cuz he's a pirate prince and a sword master.

Show!Vega has shinies!! Necklaces! Rings! Cunty hoop earrings!! All good things, all very piratical. I love the added pops of color on the show's design in general.

FINNED BOOTS??? J'ADORE TELLEMENT!! TIT WINDOW????? give whoever thought of that a raise.

The facial hair threw me, I'll be honest. Still not sure about it, but also Vega in the books remains my only fav in any fandom who is clean-shaven, so maybe it was time lol

In brief: Owlie read these books at the same time Owlie's hyperfixation on the Atlantic Golden Age of Piracy began, and the books are quite... Eurocentric, in a way? So my Vega has much more inspiration from Atlantic pirates, where the show clearly draws from Arabic and Mediterranean influences in fictional pirates. Fabulous.

SO what does an Owlie do with this information? Put them both in a blender, obviously:

I uh... um... waow.... uhm...

@banananutloaf4life @soranatus @holyrunawaychild @angstybreadstyx @the-witch-forever-lives uhhhh yeah those are all the Wereworld folks I know off the top of my head :P

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

pervyroomate!Satoru who can't believe his luck when you answer his online ad for a roomate: "What made you seek out a male roommate, honey? Ain't cha scared the big bad wolf is gonna get ya in your sleep?" You scoff with a heavy eye roll. "Fuck no." He can't stop the smile slowly forming on his pretty face. 'Ya should be.' He thinks, already imagining how'd look naked and squirming beneath him as he made you cry on his cock.

pervyroomate!Satoru that despite his amazing mouth-watering muscles, he mostly watched as you move your belongings into his spacious 2 bd apt: "What the fuck, Gojo? You specifically demanded I not hire movers as you're 'stronger than any of those limp dick fuckers.'" You can't see how he leans against the wall amused, arms crossed and intently staring at the way your small cotton shorts gets lost between your plump brown ass cheeks as you struggle takin boxes to your new bedroom. "Sorry, the views just so damn spectacular. Lookin so fuckin good, baby." Your cheeks warm in embarrasment as you abandon the heavy box, rush into the room and slam the door. Satoru only chuckles, fixin his raging boner as he heads downstairs to get the rest of your stuff.

pervyroomate!Satoru does anything he can in the upcoming weeks to rile you up by any means: "Gojo, put on some goddamn clothes for christ sake. My girls are gone be here soon and none of em wanna see that fuckin shit." You grumble as you sit on the couch and turn on the Netflix app. He laughs heartily, dramatically ploppin down next to you. Its impossible not to notice how his naked chest ripples, how low his black briefs sit on his hips. His hypnotic ocean blue eyes linger on your thick cocoa thighs before meeting your gaze. "Fabrications. Your BFF cornered me in our kitchen just the other day.. Damn near begged me to dick her down. Wanted so bad to tell her I'm savin that for you." He leans in close to your stunned face to whisper his last sentence and gets up, heading to his bedroom. Your left starin at his spot on the couch with wide eyes and wet panties.

pervyroomate!Satoru purposely switched out the dark shower curtain a few months into you moving in with a clear one, finding any reason to disturb your alone time: "Hey y/n, need to brush my teeth real fast." Doesn't bother knocking, quickly stepping in before you have time to cover your wet body. His eyes seem a shade darker as he scans up and down your soapy, naked frame. A small 'fuck' escaping his pretty lips as he stares unashamed. "Gojo, what the hell?!" You screech, arms quickly covering your glistening breasts as you cup your other hand over your pussy. You could literally melt on the spot at the way she clenches at his intense gaze. "Get the fuck out!" The damn pervert looks on for a moment longer, actually having the audacity to palm his cock a few times. "Okay okay, baby, damn. Why you gotta be like that? You showed me yours, don't you want me to show you mine?" He asks with pouty lips as he finally backs out the bathroom, arms raised in surrender. You stop shielding your tits to throw a bar of dove soap at his stark white locks. He only chuckles, quickly shutting the door to avoid impact. "Fuckin creep, Gojo!!"

pervyroomate!Satoru flirts with you relentlessly, crossing every boundary and every line over the next few months: "You gettin the snacks, babe?" Satoru calls from the front room. You roll your eyes at the pet name before you feel a stinging SMACK! to your plump behind. "Ow, Gojo! You fuckin asshole. Quit it!" You swat at the childish nuisance but he dodges your attack easily, leaning against the kitchen counter a few feet away. Fuckin guy has spent the better part of the day smackin your ass while yelling 'Smack Ass Friday!' like a damn teenager. "Awe, come on pretty! Love watchin how your ass bounces when I do it." He coos at you before swerving a bag of doritos you quickly chuck his way. "Boy, I don't give a fuck. You touch it again and you're goin down." It's insulting how lightly he takes your threat; walking right up, grabbin a handful of each ass cheek and smashing your hips together. His half hard dick feels chubby as fuck against you, girth of him makin you gasp and clutch as his shoulders. Your insides clench at the feelin of him pressed against you. "Fuck, I been waitin to go down on you. Name the time and place sweetheart." He tells you sweetly, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip, kissing you on the cheek and retreating to the living room. Damn this man must love leaving you speechless, heart and pussy fluttering to his dirty words.

pervyroomate!Satoru notices how much you love how he smells: whether it's his natural scent or cologne. You take his shirts without his permission too often, only wantin the ones he'd previously worn. Loves how he comes home late one night and catches you in one of his stolen white t-shirts. Neckline pulled up to your nose, tittes jiggling wildly underneath as you play with yourself. He stares between the crack of your bedroom door, hand swiftly squeezin at his dick as he watches you mindlessly rub yourself over your underwear. y/e/c eyes shut tight, quietly moaning his name like a fuckin prayer. "Toruuuuu! Fuh-uuuck Satoru, love how you smell. Mmmm, soooo good. Want you so m-much, need you to fuck me Toru!" His mouth hangs wide open as he humps his hand faster atop his light blue jeans, absolutely entranced how you frantically rub at your throbbing lil pearl. "Ahhhh! Oh my god, Toru please!" He's so greatful for a front row seat to witness you cum like a fuckin virgin. Fuck are you one?Can't help his deranged whisper as he commits the scene to memory. "That's it, baby. Cum for me. Fuck.. I know that lil pussy's so gushy for me right now. Can't wait to see it up close, gonna make her cream all over me pretty girl." Head pushed back into your fluffy pink pillow, pretty y/h/c hair splayed out makin you look like a goddess in the throes of passion to him. "Wanna cum on your cock, Satoruuuu!" His shirt rides up on you, showing him how your tummy pudge jiggles as your body convulses into an arch. You bite your lip to muffle the rest of your pleasure. It's okay. The sight is enough for Satoru. He paints the inside of his new jeans immediately, free hand cupped over his mouth as his eyes roll back, his hips repeatedly jerking his clothed spasming cock into the palm of his hand.

pervyroomate!Satoru who asks you the nastiest shit just to see you sexually flustered: You're in bed reading, back against the headboard with Satoru's head in your lap. Your hand carelessly cards through his soft hair, nails lightly scratchin at his scalp. So cute the way he whines at you to continue everytime you accidentally pause as you get to a good part in your book. "Hey baby?" His voice so innocent that you know for a fact the next words outta his mouth are gonna be filthy as fuck. "Yeah?" "How come you only call me Satoru when you're on your back, fingers in that pretty lil pussy?" His tone is laced with the genuine wonder of a child asking a simple question. Your jaw might as well be on the floor. "G-Gojo!" Shocked exclamation half accusatory, half scolding. "What? I really wanna know, y/n. Sound as pretty as you looked in my shirt when you moan it like you did the other night; made me cum so hard listenin." He's lookin up at you upside down but you're absolutely mortified, using your book to hide your face. What do you even say to him right now? "Aww, baby don't be shy. I do it when I think about you too. Cept I usually have a pair of your panties up to my nose." He shares with you happily and unapologetic, pulling the book from your fingers to toss it to the floor. "I wanna hear you say it like that again." Turning on his belly to leer at your clothed pussy through your tiny bottoms. Your breath picks up in anticipation, starin as his fine ass leans foward and gives a slow lick from slit to clit. The urgent, intense sensations has you squealing out his name as you slide both hands into his hair. "Satoruuu!" Slidin your shorts to the side, admiring your moist plump pussy lips. "Fuck baby, say it again. Just like that." He commands you, latching onto your sensitive lil button. All you can do is comply, buckin into his mouth as you wail 'Satoru' over and over to the damn heavens.